The Hand:
Brightness Falls from the Air
for my daughter at three months
Maybe you thought it was a bird
or some other strange and harmless
creature fluttering in attendance
as you lay on your back in the crib.
But today I watched as you held
your hand inches above your face,
gazed a long, unknowing moment
then suddenly understood its splayed
star-shape was yourself.
You screamed.
I lifted you up and held you close
and all the while I felt you
falling toward our world.
--Gregory Orr
1 comment:
wow. love this.
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